Thirsty being. I started moving my tongue everywhere near her cunt. On the thighs, on the pussy and I parted her lower lips and pushed my tongue there... and there came her scream……………oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaahhhhhhhhhhh CCCHHHETTTTA what rrrrr uuuuu dooooiiiinnnnggg innnn meeeeee, ooooo yyyyyyyeeeessssssss yyes yes take it further, take it mannnnnn fuck meeeeee, fuck mmmmymyyyyy cuntttt, take meeee toooo the ultimate,,,,’ All her sayings were increasing my pace further. I rubbed her. !” Sererena stated. “Are you saying that they don’t even know about the Cotton Gin yet, let alone have any?”“It sounded that way to us,” Kell told her.“But why?” Gwyn asked in a puzzled voice.“Think about it. Kell and I have on the way back here,” I told her and the others.“Eli Whitney was a Yankee who was working as a private tutor in Georgia when Catherine Greene hired him as a handy man to work at Mulberry Grove Plantation where he invented the Cotton Gin, supposedly with her help. That. What danger do you see?”“They’ll make it impossible for men and women to have healthy relationships and ruin sex for everyone!”I chuckled, “The ‘Junior Anti-Sex League’!”“No thanks!” she grinned. “I like eight hard, thick inches as often as I can get them!”“I know horses who are jealous of ‘Big Ben’,” I chuckled.“And I can deep throat those eight inches, too,” she smirked.“TMI!” I chuckled.“Oh, please! You’re the person I know who is most open about sex and not shy about discussing. Esther began to think of how Ralph made her feel, a feeling she never had with Jerry. His cock was larger, he lasted longer and his recovery for another round was something Jerry couldn’t seem to do. When Jerry fucked her, it was once and lasted ten minutes, if there was foreplay. Jerry’s sleep was quick to follow. ‘Why,’ thought Esther, ‘do I keep thinking that way. Yes, Ralph was excellent, but it has to be only once’.Jerry was tired when home from work and went to bed, again without.